[ the requested 20 minutes isn't for any sort of travel time. she lives in the up, has lived in the up for most of the time she's been here. it's mostly just for minor primping: swapping yoga pants for jeans, combing her hair, brushing her teeth. this is... well. it's pretty much a booty call, isn't it? or close enough.
thanks, duplicity.
it's more like 15 minutes when she turns up on faith's doorstep, knocking on the door. ]
[Faith gets ready herself, tidying up some and fishing out the strap-on to set on the bed along with a few different options for potential attachments. She checks that she looks presentable, not that she's terribly concerned. Even with messy hair, she knows she's hot.
Still, she might as well impress as best she can.
So when she answers the door, she's got on a tight tank top that cuts nicely into her cleavage and a pair of equally tight jeans. She doesn't her once over of Caitlin particularly subtle. Not that subtlety is at all called for here, considering.] Come on in, Caitlin wasn't it?
[ caitlin doesn't mean to gawk when faith opens the door. but with the image waiting for her on the other side, who wouldn't? the woman is gorgeous, and that outfit only enhances that. suddenly, she feels very inadequate. and very plain. maybe she should have picked something different to wear, put on makeup. she's too busy staring to really catch the once-over.
she pushes that down, fixing an easy smile on her face as she crosses the threshold into the apartment. ] Yes, Caitlin. And you're Faith.
[ stating the obvious for those playing at home. ]
[Faith waits for her to come inside, eyes tracking her as she walks in, maybe taking a moment or two to make an assessment of her backside too as she passes by before shutting the door and following her into the living area of her apartment.]
No? Could have fooled me with that cool confidence.
[She waggles her brows, perhaps catching on to the fact that Caitlin's a little nervous but is trying to push it down.]
Wanna drink? I've got beer? Or... whiskey, I think. No wine though, I'm not classy enough for that.
[ once inside, caitlin toes off her shoes, a pair of duplicity's best approximation of keds, and sweeps them off to one side with a nudge from her foot. the view of her backside would give faith a great look at her legs, long and toned-looking even through the jeans. the woman takes care of herself with less effort than most people would think.
the comment and the eyebrow waggling turns her smile more genuine, more relaxed. the nerves aren't gone, but more easily ignored when someone is trying to put her at ease. ]
Whiskey's good, if you have it. I should have thought to bring some with me. [ her eyes do a quick sweep of the apartment, looking for any personal touches. ]
[Faith is already only in her socks as she walks to the kitchen, getting up on her toes to start searching her cabinets for glasses and the half-full bottle of whiskey.] Sweet, got it.
[Her apartment isn't terribly different than it had been upon her arrival. Spartan, boring. She's really not used to settling in anywhere long enough to make it her own. The only 'decor' that might stick out is a crossbow set on top of an empty bookshelf and a sword rested against it. Her other weapons are a bit more hidden.]
[ in her experience, lack of personal touches means someone is new. or they refuse to settle in. sometimes, it's both. but the crossbow and the sword definitely catch her attention. those are choices. they are some choices.
caitlin stands there, lingering not quite awkwardly as she waits for faith to pour the whiskey. ]
[Faith's been here about a month now, so perhaps she should settle in. Again, she's not quite accepted that she's stuck here yet.
Coming back, she sets the bottle and two glasses on the coffee table, following Caitlin's gaze to the weapons. She smirks a bit and then takes a seat, pouring the whiskey in both glasses.] Not home defense. Defense yes. And a little bit of offense too, if I'm lucky.
Lucky? [ the question is loaded with an unspoken but definitely audible 'what?' in it. offense, defense. caitlin's eyes sweep over faith again as the woman sits. a fighter type, clearly. tough. ]
What sort of things are you fighting with a crossbow and a sword? [ she takes a seat herself, leaning over to grab one of the glasses. ] Knives are one thing. Pulling out a sword? That's serious.
[ there was a time in caitlin's life that she would have thought someone saying this was completely and utterly crazy. before here, that time would be before here. duplicity has opened her eyes to all the things she thought were just mythical. fictional. it still surprises her sometimes. ]
Is it a family business kind of thing? Are you a Hunter?
No. God no. My family's business was being alcoholics-- [She cleared her throat awkwardly at that when considering the drink currently in her hand. Faith isn't one herself, but all the same, she sets the drink down.]
I'm a vampire slayer. I was chosen. Given powers to fight them. It also put a giant target on my back.
[ alcoholics? there's the smallest flicker of concern in her eyes as she looks from the filled glass to faith and away. she shouldn't judge. it's not her place to judge anyone, and she's fought that tendency hard while being here. besides, caitlin drinks fairly often enough that her past self might be concerned for her.
she keeps a hold on her glass, taking a drink. ]
A vampire slayer. That's... [ her eyes go back to the sword and crossbow for a moment. ] That makes sense. Staking through the heart and beheading? It's all fiction where I'm from, but it's nice to see some consistency there.
[She sees that fleeting look and is very much wishing she'd not let that slip. It's not even the start of her childhood traumas, but she'd never been very good with anyone's pity.]
That's the way it works where I'm from. Stakes, holy water, beheadings, garlic, sunlight, can't come in without being invited...
[She sighs, shaking her head.] There are vampires here that don't all follow those same rules. They all seem just a little bit different.
It's a danger of the multiverse. [ the words are intoned with a knowing sound. ] Things are familiar, but foreign. They're the same, but different. It's all a learning curve, but the steepness varies.
[ they're getting a bit off the rails of what this was intended to be. she takes another drink and sets down her glass. ]
Tell me more about you. Outside of [ a vague gesture towards the sword and crossbow ] all of that.
[Just listening to Caitlin talk she can tell she's smart. Smarter than Faith could ever hope to be.] Sounds like something you've dealt with a lot?
[She looks a little uncertain about that question. Being a Slayer is a pretty substantial part of her life. There are other things she could say, but very little of them happy. Maybe just the basics.] Um, yeah, sure-- [Faith tucks some hair behind her ear a touch awkward.] I grew up in Boston? Uh... been on my own most of my life. I love dancing?
You get some experience with it here. But back home, a few years ago, my friends and I, uh... accidentally ripped some holes in our reality into another Earth.
[ it's not something she could, or would, ever forget. thawne undone by his ancestor's sacrifice. the massive hole in the sky. losing her husband. caitlin blinks hard and gives her head a little shake, trying to dismiss the rising memories.
it's easier, when faith talks and shares about herself. ] That had to be hard, being on your own. [ she doesn't linger on that for long. ] More club dancing than other, I'm betting?
You accidentally ripped a hole in reality? What the hell were you doing? That was more than just a little 'whoopsadaisy'.
[Good lord. Her eyes are a little wide at that.]
Yeah, it wasn't easy. Sometimes though, it just felt easier... being alone? But I got people eventually. It just took a long time. [Too long. And one trip and escape from prison.]
Heh, yeah. Club dancing. I'm not exactly doin' the foxtrot or anything.
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Date: 2022-03-23 03:16 am (UTC)text >> action
Date: 2022-03-26 01:28 pm (UTC)[ the requested 20 minutes isn't for any sort of travel time. she lives in the up, has lived in the up for most of the time she's been here. it's mostly just for minor primping: swapping yoga pants for jeans, combing her hair, brushing her teeth. this is... well. it's pretty much a booty call, isn't it? or close enough.
thanks, duplicity.
it's more like 15 minutes when she turns up on faith's doorstep, knocking on the door. ]
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Date: 2022-03-26 09:30 pm (UTC)Still, she might as well impress as best she can.
So when she answers the door, she's got on a tight tank top that cuts nicely into her cleavage and a pair of equally tight jeans. She doesn't her once over of Caitlin particularly subtle. Not that subtlety is at all called for here, considering.] Come on in, Caitlin wasn't it?
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Date: 2022-03-27 03:54 am (UTC)she pushes that down, fixing an easy smile on her face as she crosses the threshold into the apartment. ] Yes, Caitlin. And you're Faith.
[ stating the obvious for those playing at home. ]
I don't... I don't do this very often.
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Date: 2022-03-27 04:15 am (UTC)No? Could have fooled me with that cool confidence.
[She waggles her brows, perhaps catching on to the fact that Caitlin's a little nervous but is trying to push it down.]
Wanna drink? I've got beer? Or... whiskey, I think. No wine though, I'm not classy enough for that.
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Date: 2022-03-27 05:12 am (UTC)the comment and the eyebrow waggling turns her smile more genuine, more relaxed. the nerves aren't gone, but more easily ignored when someone is trying to put her at ease. ]
Whiskey's good, if you have it. I should have thought to bring some with me. [ her eyes do a quick sweep of the apartment, looking for any personal touches. ]
How long have you been here?
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Date: 2022-03-27 01:31 pm (UTC)[Her apartment isn't terribly different than it had been upon her arrival. Spartan, boring. She's really not used to settling in anywhere long enough to make it her own. The only 'decor' that might stick out is a crossbow set on top of an empty bookshelf and a sword rested against it. Her other weapons are a bit more hidden.]
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Date: 2022-03-27 03:07 pm (UTC)caitlin stands there, lingering not quite awkwardly as she waits for faith to pour the whiskey. ]
Are those decor or just good home defense?
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Date: 2022-03-27 03:21 pm (UTC)Coming back, she sets the bottle and two glasses on the coffee table, following Caitlin's gaze to the weapons. She smirks a bit and then takes a seat, pouring the whiskey in both glasses.] Not home defense. Defense yes. And a little bit of offense too, if I'm lucky.
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Date: 2022-03-28 08:04 pm (UTC)What sort of things are you fighting with a crossbow and a sword? [ she takes a seat herself, leaning over to grab one of the glasses. ] Knives are one thing. Pulling out a sword? That's serious.
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Date: 2022-03-29 02:40 am (UTC)[You know. The usual stuff.]
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Date: 2022-03-29 02:55 am (UTC)Is it a family business kind of thing? Are you a Hunter?
[ is she from sam and dean's world? ]
cw: mentions of alcoholism
Date: 2022-03-29 03:20 am (UTC)I'm a vampire slayer. I was chosen. Given powers to fight them. It also put a giant target on my back.
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Date: 2022-04-02 08:13 pm (UTC)she keeps a hold on her glass, taking a drink. ]
A vampire slayer. That's... [ her eyes go back to the sword and crossbow for a moment. ] That makes sense. Staking through the heart and beheading? It's all fiction where I'm from, but it's nice to see some consistency there.
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Date: 2022-04-02 11:49 pm (UTC)That's the way it works where I'm from. Stakes, holy water, beheadings, garlic, sunlight, can't come in without being invited...
[She sighs, shaking her head.] There are vampires here that don't all follow those same rules. They all seem just a little bit different.
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Date: 2022-04-09 08:39 am (UTC)[ they're getting a bit off the rails of what this was intended to be. she takes another drink and sets down her glass. ]
Tell me more about you. Outside of [ a vague gesture towards the sword and crossbow ] all of that.
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Date: 2022-04-10 04:46 pm (UTC)[She looks a little uncertain about that question. Being a Slayer is a pretty substantial part of her life. There are other things she could say, but very little of them happy. Maybe just the basics.] Um, yeah, sure-- [Faith tucks some hair behind her ear a touch awkward.] I grew up in Boston? Uh... been on my own most of my life. I love dancing?
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Date: 2022-04-19 05:41 pm (UTC)[ it's not something she could, or would, ever forget. thawne undone by his ancestor's sacrifice. the massive hole in the sky. losing her husband. caitlin blinks hard and gives her head a little shake, trying to dismiss the rising memories.
it's easier, when faith talks and shares about herself. ] That had to be hard, being on your own. [ she doesn't linger on that for long. ] More club dancing than other, I'm betting?
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Date: 2022-04-20 01:51 am (UTC)[Good lord. Her eyes are a little wide at that.]
Yeah, it wasn't easy. Sometimes though, it just felt easier... being alone? But I got people eventually. It just took a long time. [Too long. And one trip and escape from prison.]
Heh, yeah. Club dancing. I'm not exactly doin' the foxtrot or anything.